Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roy Ayers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.